I’m picturing a Halloween setup lacking any apparent decorations; a plain yard, nondescript tree, holiday agnostic yard decorations, and a peculiar patternless spotlight shining from behind the rock garden that you have to turn away from to avoid being blinded. Trick or treaters trot their way up the steps and instinctively shield their eyes from the luminous assault to continue the holiday ritual and claim their saccharine bounty. Bags slightly fuller, they turn around to notice the tree shielding them from the light, revealing the rock garden to be a lustrous hellscape of crimson, bones, and grinning mouths. Unimpressed, they continue trick or treating.
Personally I love the original and play it proudly.
It’s a more honest depiction of human life and relationships. It’s not perfect, it’s not always happy, it’s not always pretty but in the ugliness, there’s something beautiful.
I love the Irish mind and culture … they can take the most ugly things and make them wonderful.
I do, too, but my kids like to sing the songs they like at their elementary school, my office has an HR department, and Great Aunt Linda has flashbacks when she hears the line “You’re an old slut on junk.”
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